Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Lopez sighed.

Zhou Lan is right; time is not on his side.

Whether it's the evil forces that have been forcibly suppressed in this world, or the precarious power blocking the way within Bogang's belly.

The devil is emboldened.

"This is a test of his confidence. He has seen through us. When he returns, it will be a tough battle!"

Lope's eyes were unfocused, and his fists were clenched.

Chapter 217 Who stole my life!

With a flick of the whip, the carriage slowly moved forward.

Valon suddenly felt that his life was very bitter.

He didn't know what was wrong with his life. He was just an ordinary rickshaw puller, yet he was fantasizing about a life of wealth where money flowed like water.

Laughter from wealthy gentlemen came from the carriage behind him. Valon gritted his teeth, his hand holding the riding crop trembling slightly.

He's been having a very strange dream lately.

In my dream, I was the richest man in the world, with trusted and capable subordinates on my left and right, and countless riches flowing into my palm with the slightest gesture.

In his dream, he stood in a strange, towering building that he couldn't understand, looking down at the outside world through a transparent glass wall.

The streets beneath my feet are unfamiliar, and the people coming and going wear strange clothes that are different from those of this era, moving around in square boxes.

In the world of his dream, he controlled unparalleled wealth and power, practically the master of the other side of the world.

It's so weird.

He had been a coachman for others since he could remember.

Those strangely shaped skyscrapers, those incomprehensible powers—he never truly possessed them.

Especially when he wakes up from a dream and compares it with his current situation, he feels more and more that something is being suppressed in his heart.

It's like something is about to explode, but it's been trapped and locked up.

He felt like he had forgotten something very important.

But what exactly had he forgotten? He didn't know.

The more I think about it, the more my mind aches.

Those dreams are like looking through a mirror or the moon's reflection in water—blurred and indistinct, impossible to see clearly or touch.

The horse's hooves gradually slowed down, and Valon's mind went blank again, lost in a daze.

What jolted him awake from his daze was a burning pain.

The whip struck his face, and Valon fell off his seat and rolled to the ground.

He touched the bloodstains on his cheek, his face showing terror.

Looking up, an annoying face came into view.

"Useless trash, why did the carriage stop? I told you to drive, not to dream in the carriage!" Valon didn't know how his riding whip ended up in the hands of this superior man, but the burning pain made him uneasy.

He made a very serious mistake.

"Driver, tell me what you're thinking? Are you eyeing some noble lady? Or your master's money?" The upper-class man gripped his riding whip and walked step by step toward Valon.

This is Valmont's life.

It was also the life of a lowly coachman.

"I didn't..." Valon retorted weakly.

For some reason, he felt as if a fire was burning in his heart, and his gaze toward the upper class who was closing in on him gradually turned crimson.

"Oh ho, you dare to look me in the eye? Trying to rebel, huh!" *Crack*—another lash landed on Valon's neck, leaving a bloody welt.

Pain... Valon's vision suddenly became blurry. The opponent's strength was extremely fierce, and the innate difference in status was right in front of him.

Even if this superior person in front of him beat him to death here, he probably wouldn't be punished.

But the pain in his body suddenly made him feel much more at ease.

His eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly.

But the images in my mind, those images from my dreams, are becoming clearer and clearer.

He stood atop a tall building, dressed in neat yet peculiar clothes, holding a cup filled with red liquid, and confidently looking down at his feet.

"No, this is not my life!" Valon suddenly roared.

"What are you babbling about? I think you've gone mad!" The superior man lashed out with his whip, but suddenly felt a resistance.

Valon gripped the whip tightly, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at himself, saying each word distinctly, "You... someone stole my life!" "This coachman has gone mad!"

The upper-class man pointed at Valon and laughed at his companion beside him.

He pulled hard, trying to give the madman in front of him a few more blows to bring him to his senses.

But the force emanating from Valon's tightly gripped whip was terrifying.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the whip out of Valon's hand.

"You bastard!" The upper-class man's face showed his annoyance. He simply threw the whip aside and strode towards Valon.

"He's probably gone mad. Just kill him like you would a mad cow!"

A sound came from the side.

"it is good!"

The upper-class companions covered their eyes, seemingly unable to bear witnessing this cruel scene.

This should have been a lesson learned without any suspense; the driver lived a life of hunger and cold, and looked extremely thin.

This kind of person actually dares to rebel? Normally, he can only dream about it in his heart, but he actually dares to brazenly tell them that he stole his life? "Want to rebel? Then die!"

The superior man brandished his fists and pounced on Valon, his fists, as big as sandbags, landing on his thin body like meteors.

Resist? Resist what? After a moment, wiping the blood from his fist, the upper-class man spat viciously at Valon: "Are you awake yet, coachman? The real pain is yet to come!"

"Cough cough..." Valon slowly got up from the muddy ground, leaning on the carriage, looking utterly disheveled.

He was practically beaten to death, barely able to catch his breath, but he still forced himself to stay upright.

"If I deserve to die, I should fail and die with dignity in the life that is rightfully mine, not in a fictional one!"

His expression and his words were as hard as a stubborn stone.

He wanted to resist, but he had no power.

He was certain that everything in his dreams was real, that someone had stolen it all from his life! He had failed in his dreams too, many times, but he always got back up.

There was no reason not to stand up this time either.

Looking at the guy in front of him, he spat out a mouthful of blood and said arrogantly, "Come on, kill me, kill Valon!" "Good, good, good!" The other party seemed to be amused by the three "good"s.

If someone suddenly saw their dog stand up, point at them, and say, "You stole my life," they would probably think the same thing.

"Then I'll grant your wish, you madman!" the upper class cursed angrily, having long since lost all restraint, and lunged at Valon with his fists waving.

Valon closed his eyes.

He suddenly thought.

If he had honestly worked as a rickshaw puller for the rest of his life, would he have avoided ending up like this? But a voice inside him kept telling him in his dreams that things shouldn't be this way.

The voice was familiar, as if it were his own.

Roaring the name of Valon, filled with inexplicable rage, he shouted at himself.

"Valon, you must correct everything that has been altered!" What has been altered? Who am I? Valon knows nothing; he only knows that death seems to be approaching at this moment.

Just as the wind from the punch hit his face, Valon suddenly heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice coming from behind him, no, from above him.

"Valon, it seems you're doing terribly in this era!"

Chapter 218 Your Excellency, Valon... is back.

Someone is calling my name.

Valon suddenly opened his eyes, and in his line of sight, the fist stopped in front of him, only a step away from his face.

But the fist stopped, as if it were frozen in mid-air.

A strange, unreal feeling suddenly welled up inside Valon.

He felt like he had heard those words somewhere before, but the voice seemed to belong to someone completely different.

The superior man before him was filled with terror, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, revealing his fear.

Following his gaze, Valon looked up.

Like a close-up shot locked in by a telephoto lens, a strange figure floats silently above his head.

He wore a purple and red Taoist robe, the attire of another country.

But its appearance didn't look human at all.

A cool yet irresistible aura enveloped him, and Valon blinked in confusion.

In a daze, the dark clouds that had been hanging over the world seemed to have dimmed.

The shadow that had shrouded the first half of his life seemed to dissipate in a tremor.

It dispelled the gloom and dark clouds.

The moon has come out.

He had definitely sensed that aura somewhere before.

The other party is not an enemy.

Looking down from her vantage point, Zhou Lan quietly surveyed the scene below.

Suddenly, he smiled and clapped his hands gently.

"It seems our bargaining chip lies with you!"

Zhou Lan spoke in a language that Valon couldn't understand.

Like audience members who have just watched a good show, they discuss the rise and fall of the curtain during the intermission.

“You are…” Valon murmured.

"Valon, your pain and anger are not unfounded. Your life has indeed been altered, or rather, the lives of all of us have been altered!"

For a moment, Valon was stunned.

"I knew it, I knew it..." His lips trembled.

Zhou Lan turned her gaze aside and landed on the upper-class people.

He snorted coldly and clasped his hands together.

Valon suddenly felt himself lift off the ground, and the earth beneath his feet twisted into a vortex under the force of a tremendous power, swallowing everything.

When he floated to the same height as Zhou Lan, the world suddenly became quiet.

Those who bullied him disappeared.

He was left alone, staring at the demon.

“Lope has distorted the history books; we are living in a fabricated history. Your confusion is understandable!”

Zhou Lan spoke slowly. He had just witnessed everything, which also confirmed certain things for him.

The last glimmer of righteousness enveloped the entire world, but the darkness was not extinguished either.

Guided by magic, Zhou Lan found this place and met Valmont.

Logically speaking, Valon was just an ordinary person, a rather remarkable ordinary person.

He focused all his skill points on leadership and physical skills, and actually had little talent for magic.

Normally, he should be completely unaware of this distorted history.